A heavy soul drifts down into the depths of the collective coffee mind where no light shines forth until eventually it's captured by an undercurrent in the drip and reemerges without control in a seemingly arbitrary (but more accurately, very specific) vessel. A light one becomes the crema that sits atop espresso shots, and therefore those souls, I drink first.
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Originally posted by Zanick
A heavy soul drifts down into the depths of the collective coffee mind where no light shines forth until eventually it's captured by an undercurrent in the drip and reemerges without control in a seemingly arbitrary (but more accurately, very specific) vessel. A light one becomes the crema that sits atop espresso shots, and therefore those souls, I drink first.
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why does youtube pull videos and kick off Alex Jones but allow some of the craziest totse like tutorials on it's site?
AngryOnion
Big Wig
[the nightly self-effacing broadsheet]
Who the fucks knows. You don't . I don't. Guess we are just going find out when the time comes. A friend of mine just lost his 23 year old son to cancer on Monday and he said he just hoped that his kid was finally at peace, whatever that is I don't know.
Obbe
Alan What?
[annoy my right-angled speediness]
What even is "you"? Are you your body? No, you can lose parts of your body and still be you. Theoretically we could replace all your parts with synthetic versions and you would still be you. Are you your thoughts and personality? People can suffer brain injuries or even naturally develop mental conditions and changes in personality and thought process? All these things are a part of a pattern which your identify with, but how much of that gestalt is permanent or unchanging? If there is something fundamental that everything is made of, some energy or particle or vibration, well, that's what your really are, that's where you came from and that's where you will go. Like sand on a beach, and the "you" you identify with, your ego, that's more like a pattern that formed on the sand. The pattern grows and changes and disappears but the sand remains and the patterns keep coming.
